Soul Deep (Shinso Hitoshi x reader)

Chapter 1

Staring blankly out the window, I barely tapped in to the eccentric ramblings of our homeroom teacher. As we neared the end of the school year, he had been more and more easily distracted, with each passing day all the talk of the school was trying out for UA's hero course. To be honest, I mainly tuned it out. After all, this was the last two months I would be with my host family with the foreign exchange program, and I was working hard to try to find a place of my own for if my family wanted to move to Japan to stay with me until I finish school here. That or I get a roommate and split the rent. After all, I had always admired the schooling in Japan and wanted to try and stay here as a student if I could. Continuing my blank stare at the large Ginko tree in the schoolyard, my mind drifted into thought as the students were running wild boasting about their ambitions and hopes for their next steps in their education. I, on the other hand, mostly cared about my studies. School back in Wales wasn't exactly top notch, but at the moment I missed it. I missed the strange games everyone would play, making things up as they went along, incorporating their unique quirks as best they could. I missed the calmness of the small town and my connection to nature there. I spent a lot of time in the woods since my family had an old house on a hill with an attached farmland. It was an old manor that they renovated themselves. My dad is an architect and my mom helped out as best she could since she was a designer and artist, giving the house an aesthetically pleasing appeal inside and out. But I missed the walks on the stone paths throughout the woods, open to the whims of the wind and trees. If I closed my eyes I could practically smell the damp moss. The grass and the trees. The feeling of cold stone beneath my bare feet and grass tickling from the sides and cracks. The sound of birds and far-off cries of children engrossed in some game and the sound of the waves. The looming feeling of an incoming storm and a presence-

My eyes shot open and I made a small jump, only to find everyone staring at me, including our substitute teacher. I figured the teacher had called on me. We had already shifted to fifth period before I noticed. English class. She must have thought I fell asleep.

"I'm sorry ma'am" I addressed the teacher. I rubbed the back of my neck. "Could you please repeat that?" My accent was almost nonexistent now that I was older. I had learned Japanese and French as a kid at the behest of my parents.

"Well, miss Yuna. Since you asked so nicely I will repeat my question." I heard some snickering from some kids in the back and my stomach dropped a bit. "Can you please read the short passage ALOUD on page 17 since you obviously didn't hear it before then answer my question?" I'm starting to think she has it out for me, but I took out our book anyways, ready to do as requested. "You can take your time if you need." Okay now I know she was mocking me. Must think I'm a trouble student. The poem was "Good Hours" by Robert Frost. Oh how I loved his poems. My anxiety quickly shifted to a sense of happiness, knowing I could make some mischief. I slightly smirked, making sure to not be noticed by anyone but me.

"I had for my winter evening walk—

No one at all with whom to talk,

But I had the cottages in a row

Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:

I had the sound of a violin;

I had a glimpse through curtain laces

Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.

I went till there were no cottages found.

I turned and repented, but coming back

I saw no window but that was black.